The carvings on these walls
Buried beneath the earth have held the truth
The answers were always there, can't you see?
This is eternal

You were given the tools it's up for you to decide
We're not from this place, we are simply left behind
Its your choice to believe, and a gift to perceive

Given no choice, this was their plan from the start
Our beginning is just a fabrication of our flaws
Have we broke alignment with the stars?

It's not dementia, just a higher level of consciousness
An outside view of a former life
Is a dream we all share when we sleep at night
I can hear them calling
I am aware of my beginning

Perception!

Through the pages mounted in stone, I am oblivious to the tales